User blog comment:Lathagarr Stormgale of Tronn/By Sword and Quill - RPG/@comment-3094815-20180131234912

The days passed by uneventfully as the group made their way ever further south. They soon reached the base of a mountain range, and the lands here were less lush, with more grassland and swamplands. Camping, the group lit no fires, because, though it looked peaceful in the eventide, grasses tinted pink in the glow of the dying sun, a dragonfly skidding past, birdsong in the air, it was dangerous lands. Dennjon himself took watch, choosing a youngbeast to join him on first watch. Some of the creatures in the group spoke in hushed tones, too uneasy to sleep, having never ventured into a land such as this, so far from the comforts of home and Abbey.